Kenny Soul - Mayweather lyrics

[Hook X2: Kenny Soul] I ain't never had an eye for the ropes And even when they bloody I ain't looking for ghosts Cuz I ain't never backing up and letting em close It's the n***as in the corners that'll hit you the most [Chorus X2: Kenny Soul] We just working for this Mayweather tryna let the money dance on these hoes We just working for this Mayweather, million in a duffle bag wherever we go We just working for this Mayweather switching up the V like I was changing my clothes We just working for this Mayweather f** you and your feelings we the greatest we know [Verse 1: Kenny Soul] Love is dangerous cuz you got let em get close enough to love you And if you do they judge you and if you don't they dub you Now what the f** I'm supposed to do Living in a jungle where these animals will eat your food before they take it from you That's when you learn to adapt quoting these raps "cash rules everything around me" If a n***a try me Ima leave him leaking out his I.V Standing on his body blood on his ID That's how we check em never try to deflect them Pussies wanna reflect them f** tryna respect them They only cross the line when they getting bent like a crescent you reckless off the loud till it get you Lit in a second See if time is money you dying first you getting it second You hungry all the time while my n***as going for seconds money on my mind I make sense whatever the question Money on my mind I make change in any direction! [Chorus X2: Kenny Soul] [Verse 2: Kenny Soul] I'm a demon I'm an angel with money comes the power Now I done done my dirt but where else grow the flower? And weed is barley dirty but the heat know They'll lose you being cavalier if just to get you clapping on some powder That's what happened with Lebron that's what happens with the dour How these guns are always drawn but the loud is always louder? How you gun Mike Brown down? And tell yourself your not a coward? Those the officers that's eating after your sons they devoured that's the muthaf**ing jungle I grew up in Where friends were only friends when they was asking you for something Where b**hes dropping dimes and they were claiming that they cuffing And the boys are always touching tryna question you for nothing pressing you for nothing Spittin out they lips like you p**y Looking for a reason to get you wet like a hooky f** what you see I'm that n***a nobody could be but I'm better The fall ain't nothing to this Mayweather! [Chorus X4] [Hook: Kenny Soul]